to know me you MUST know my poetry, it’s my devotion and it’s in motion, thoughts are intertwined with each letter, for worse or for better I am married to this form of expression, my antibiotic to depression, my constant confession, my daily maintenance, to know me you must know my poetry or you are barely an acquaintance, fair weather isn’t good weather, so many have been severed, others in the heat sweltered and in the cold they sheltered so they are forever loved, they know me…they heard my scattered thoughts, prayed for my tattered heart..there are conflictions about my many contradictions, in the land of the blind the man with one eye is hated but yet i am loved by those who know me.